RP:There's Always A First Time For Everything

• RP: THERE'S ALWAYS A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING

• Fountain

Vasha sits on the stone edge of the fountain, one pale hand trailing through the cool water. The spray from it making the air sparkle like diamonds that settle on the young mages sable hair covering it like a veil. Her gaze is turned inward, her mind lost in thought's about the previous night.

Hameirak moves slowly towards the fountain, the large draconian on all fours and moving like a animal. He moved silently, creeping up on the woman. The man suddenly burst into smoke and a handsome young elven man walks out. He was tall, muscular and his long black hair in a single plait down his back. His attire was black, loose and gold trimmed. His unbuttoned shirt swayed in the wind. His skin was pale, but broken by the brutal scaring over his body. He moved slowly towards her, "Hello there."

Vasha didn't notice the draconian until he spoke after his change. Startling her to no end she falls back into the basin of water with a loud scream. Jumping to her feet, shin deep in the fountain she sputters and pushes her long wet hair out of her face with shaking hands, "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that!" she replies in an angry tone. Climbing over the edge she looks down at her dress clinging wetly to her form and sighs, "I hope this isn't ruined.

Hameirak helps her out of the water, "I’m sure it will be ok ma'am, if not I will pay for the damages." He helps her out, "The names Hameirak and I do apologize ma'am?"

Vasha raises one dark brow as she give Hameirak the "once over" and gives him a quick nod at his offer. Sliding her hand from his she gives him an ironic grin and lazily gestures her hand down the front of herself muttering an arcane phrase. Instantly her ebony, velvet dress dries along with her hair, the moisture rising from them and moving back to fall into the fountain's basin, "That's very nice of you to offer, but as you can see I took care of it myself." Extending her tattoo covered hand she smiles, "My name is Vasha and it's my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings."

Hameirak takes her hand, kissing the knuckles, "Pleasure to meet you, lady Vasha." He lets go of her hand and places a hand into his pack, "Could I offer you a drink?

Vasha lightly laughs that he would mistake her for a lady, "Just Vasha, I come from a peasant family." Moving back to her seat on the edge of the fountain she sits, crossing her ankles in a relaxed manner she answers, "I'd love a drink. What do you have?"

Hameirak pulls out a bottle of amber liquor, the bottle spinning in the mans hand, "I have everything you’ve ever dreamed of." He chuckles, smiling to her. He placed the bottle next to her, the label had a red 'H'. He uncorked it the smell of aged rum, the hint of vanilla coming after. He smiled and rolled his hand around, a glass appearing inside it, "Care for a glass?"

Vasha gives Hameirak a saucy wink and laughs, "I'll take the glass. Most of the time I just drink from the bottle." Making a funny face she laughs again, "Us peasants don't have very good manners most of the time." The rich smell of the rum passes by her nose making the young woman’s mouth begin to water and she nods towards the bottle, "That smells good. My business doesn't make enough yet for me to be able to afford good liquor like that."

Hameirak shakes his head and smiles, "Nothing wrong with having good manners. They go a long way." He smiles wider as she says it smells good, he throws thee fine glass away, "You may drink from the bottle if you like, Vasha, I normally do. Its a good year, keep it."

Vasha reaches for the bottle and puts it to her crimson lips. Tilting her head back she fills her mouth with the liquor savoring the taste before swallowing. Handing the bottle to Hameirak with wide eye's she says, "I'm trying to make an effort with refining my manners." Licking her lips as the warmth of the rum flows through her body the mage relaxes even more, "Now you wouldn't be trying to get me drunk would you?" she says in a teasing voice.

Hameirak chuckles saying to her playfully, "What ever do you mean." He takes the bottle, bringing it to his lips. As he brings his head back, his skin shines red in the light. He suckles at the bottle like a new born. As he takes the bottle away from his lips, he tries to wipe the crimson from his lips that the woman had left, but only smeared it across, a little residue remaining his mouth.

Vasha arches a slender brow and gives Hameirak a mischievous smile, "Well since I'm not a lady men think that they can treat me however they want." Holding out her hand, palm up she whispers a small spell and green flames burst forth to burn on it, "But as you can see I can take care of anyone going too far." Closing her hand the fire winks out.

Hameirak smiles and places a hand over her flaming closed hand. The flames ran round his hand too, "Gonna have to be hotter that my dear." The flames seem to make his skin bubble, revealing heavy scale underneath. He shakes his hand, the skin reknitting over. He then smiled, "I am sure you can take care of yourself though my dear."

Vasha glances at her hand as Hameirak places his over hers and as his flesh burns off to reveal scales the mages eye's widen. Her gaze flashes to his face and at first no words could make it from her working lips. Swallowing she finally can speak, "What...what manner of creature are you?" Not alittle unafraid the mage thinks over her mental store of spells just in case. Coming from the background that she did Vasha hadn't had any experience with anyone but humans before.

Hameirak smiles, "I am what people call a half breed, half dragon half elf. Looked down on by most dragons, but they don’t know me. Don’t worry, I wont hurt you Vasha." He takes another mouthful holding the liquor towards her, "Don’t be afraid."

Vasha studies Hameirak for a moment then takes the bottle offered to her and tosses back a large swallow. Covering her mouth she softly coughs, not used to drinking such strong liquor. As it spreads warmth through her body she settles her nerves and her lips widen in a smile and she hands the rum back to him, "Sorry about that. I've never been off my families farm until recently and I've never seen anyone like you." Vasha's lids begin to droop as the liquor works it's intoxicating effects on her Hameirak sits down, putting his foot upon his knee. He smiles and flex’s his ego, "Most women say that." He chuckles the liquor not phasing him at all, being use to drinking strong liquor.

Vasha playfully slaps Hameiraks muscular arm and falls to the ground in a messy heap. Blinking a few time she breaks out laughing, tears forming at the corners of her eye's, "Wow....that rum was stronger then I thought it would be." A stillness washes through the young woman and she leans back on her elbows stretching her body out and crossing her ankles. Blearily she looks up at Ham and a silly grin breaks out on her mouth, "her words a little slurred. Yo sure think high of yerself...don't cha?"

Hameirk chuckles, "Not really, just like to see people laugh." He holds out his hand out to the woman, "I think you’ve had enough to drink don’t you think so?" The man smiling at her. He wanted to have a bit too.

Vasha ignores his hand and grabs the rum bottle instead. Slugging back a couple swallows she over carefully sets it to the side the quick as a flash she grasps Hameiraks hand puling him down beside her. Leaning close, a silly smile on her face she says, "Nope...ish never enough." Hameorak lets the woman pull him down. He lays next to her, grabbing the bottle from her hands and taking a mouthful, "Is that for everything or just drinking?" He smiles cheekly at her.

Vasha leans closer till her lips are almost touching Hameirak's; her tongue snakes out to quickly wet hers before answering, "Both my Dear." Sliding her hand over to his she tries to take the bottle from him, the warmth of her body evident as it touches his.

Hameirak smiles as she comes close, the mans heat being felt from even her distance. As her hand touches his, his heat must of been immense for her, but not enough to burn. Her skin was rough from working but he found some smoothness in it. He chuckled and moved his hand away, "Your going to have to fight for it."

Vasha places both hands on Hameirak's chest and her gaze has a playful cast, "Me?" she asks. "You'd make me fight you?" Pushing hard on his chest she tries to topple Ham backwards, but he doesn't budge. Muttering and shaking her head, sables locks caress her cheeks as it falls over her shoulders, "Brute."

Hameirak chuckles, "I know I’m a brute." He brushes her back over to behind her ear, "I would’nt want it any other way." He takes a mouthful of the liquor, "You still want some?"

Vasha snatches the bottle and almost drains it, the liquor making a pleasant burn as it goes down her throat. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she shrugs sheepishly and offers Hameirak the rest, "Sorry bout that."

Hameirak laughs, "That’s the youngest I had on me." He sucks at the bottle, draining the last drops from it, "So don’t be sorry, its fine." He places the bottle back in his pouch, "Had enough to drink yet?"

Vasha touches her forehead for a moment, the effects of the rum had been making it's influence felt. Her eye's move to gaze dreamily into Hameirak's, "I think I'm good for now. Why don't you tell me more about yourself?"

Hameirak nods, "Very well, what would you like to know?" He smiles at her, ready to answer her questions.

Vasha moves her lips close to Ham's ear, her breath soft and warm on his skin, "What do you do for...fun?" Leaning back a little she gives him a look full of meaning if he was smart enough to understand the double edge to her question.

Hameirak smiles to her, "That’s for you to find out my dear." He placed a hand behind her so she could lean back upon it.

Vasha leans back on Ham's arm, the heat from it like being close to a comfortable hearth fire making the effects from the rum work harder on her. The young mages eye's begin to drift close, loosing the fight to keep them open she mumbles, "I'm sure..sure to one...day." A light snore passes from her lips and her body slumps in sleeps.

Hameirak picks her up gently, placing her on the rim of the fountain. He covered her in a long leather coat and placed a full bottle of rum next to her. He placed a kiss on her lips, "Sleep well." He then walked off and away south.